They say money can make the devil turn millstones, and injecting a 1.2 million per shot anti-cancer drug continuously can pull soone back even if one foot has stepped into the Yama Hall.
Yu Ruohuan’s condition has recently stabilized, filling Wei Zhuhua with a sense of relief yet hidden worry in her heart.
Although it can temporarily prolong Yu Ruohuan’s life, frequent use will make her body develop a resistance, reducing its effectiveness over ti, not to ntion other side effects.
Unfortunately, modern dicine lacks effective treatnts for cancer; hoping for Yu Ruohuan to return to her previous health is nothing more than wishful thinking.
She lives in constant fear, not knowing how much longer Huanhuan can live. Every ti she sees her emaciated daughter on the hospital bed, all the resentnt vanishes, leaving only heartache and pity.
Therefore, if Yu Ruohuan now asks for stars from the sky, Wei Zhuhua would try everything to fulfill her wish.
After Yu Ruohuan finishes her injection at the hospital and is monitored for half a day, she can go ho if there’s no adverse reaction.
Jiao Long called to inform her of so news.
Shen You’an stayed over at the Gu family last night.
Yu Ruohuan’s blood boiled instantly; her head spun violently, and her stomach churned.
She rushed to the restroom and vomited uncontrollably into the toilet.
Doctors and nurses hurried in, surrounding her to perform examinations.
Yu Ruohuan used the last of her strength to call Gu Bichen, but no one answered.
She kept calling, sending voice ssages cursing him with every venomous and dirty word she could muster, her pale brows flickering with vicious malice, scaring the doctors and nurses.
The phone fell to the ground, and Yu Ruohuan fainted in a fury.
In the final mont before she lost consciousness, she was still fiercely cursing Shen You’an in her heart.
Wei Zhuhua anxiously asked the attending doctor, "How is my daughter doing?"
The doctor shook his head and sighed, "The worst-case scenario has happened."
Ignoring dical advice and experiencing severe emotional fluctuations, even the best doctors can’t save her. Fortunately, this family has money to prolong life, but how long can it really last?
Wei Zhuhua gritted her teeth and finally resolved to contact a foreign research institution.
This institution has been dedicated to researching specific cancer drugs, with remarkable achievents in their latest research, but clinical trials require ti.
Wei Zhuhua has been monitoring this research institution and has even invested in supporting their research, hoping to find a way out for Huanhuan.
But now there’s no ti to wait for clinical trials; Huanhuan’s condition can’t wait. She must take Huanhuan abroad as soon as possible.
Looking at the pale, weak girl lying in a coma, Wei Zhuhua made up her mind.
Once she leaves, she plans never to return, completely cutting ties with Yu Fusheng, regardless of whether he lives or dies.
Handling assets and properties will take a few days, and she must wait for Huanhuan’s condition to stabilize a bit more; after consulting with her attending doctor, Wei Zhuhua decides to take Huanhuan abroad for treatnt in three days.
Deciding to go abroad ans there’s a lot to manage, and Wei Zhuhua is constantly busy for those three days.
When Yu Ruohuan wakes up and learns she will leave the country in three days, never to return, she firmly disagrees.
But Wei Zhuhua’s stance is resolute, giving her no room to refuse.
How can she leave without killing Shen You’an?
This has almost beco her obsession.
So Yu Ruohuan dials Gu Bichen again.
This ti, the other party answers quickly but remains silent.
This dismissive silence makes Yu Ruohuan even more agitated.
There are many ways to kill Shen You’an.
Hiring a hitman with a substantial sum, no matter how formidable Shen You’an is, can’t withstand an endless stream of assassins.
But she can’t let her die so simply.
Doesn’t she want to marry into the Gu family? Doesn’t Gu Bichen like her?
She wants this pair of adulterers to kill each other and drag themselves to hell together.
"I’ll give you three days to kill Shen You’an, or else your secret will be known to everyone."
Yu Ruohuan shows no rcy, giving the other party an ultimatum.
Another long silence.
Yu Ruohuan isn’t worried, patiently waiting.
Finally, a raspy, muffled voice cos from the phone, "I understand."
Yu Ruohuan smiles triumphantly, "Rember, you have only three days, Gu Bichen."
When she ntions the Gu, her tone intensifies, sounding like a ruthless mockery.
Gu Bichen stands at the warm air outlet, but his blood remains cold.
Standing before the floor-to-ceiling window, he sees Na Amo driving Shen You’an away from the Gu estate.
The youth’s gaze is dark, as chilling as a deep pool.
"But before that, you need to help deal with soone."
So people, ah, don’t shed tears until they see the coffin.
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Na Amo and Shen You’an arrived at the sanatorium entrance, only to find it engulfed in smoke, as a fire broke out.
The previously tranquil sanatorium was instantly a chaos; so people rushed out, others scread for their lives, all in a frantic ss.
Na Amo’s fingers trembled as she dialed the fire departnt, then the police.
Shen You’an grabbed a woman in a sanatorium uniform who had just escaped the fire, asking, "How many people are in the building?"
The woman’s panicked feelings were montarily stabilized by the girl’s calm eyes, and she stamred, "T-ten or so people, roughly. But most can’t move easily, it’s hard for them to escape, where are the firefighters? Please save them."
Shen You’an frowned, staring at the building being devoured by flas, and asked seriously, "Which room is Yao Huia in?"
The woman paused.
"Quickly tell ."
The girl demanded sharply, startling the woman, who trembled and replied, "The suite on the westernmost side of the third floor..."
Shen You’an grabbed bedsheets and towels drying in the yard, soaked them in the water pool, draped the wet sheets over her body, and covered her mouth and nose before dashing into the fire.
Na Amo quickly pulled her back and said in horror, "An’an, what are you doing?"
Shen You’an turned back, looking deeply at her, "I’m going to save people."
"The fire trucks are en route, they’ll be here in ten, five minutes; An’an, how can I just watch you head into danger?"
Shen You’an shook her head, "A minute late and soone might die. How can I just stand by?"
The girl’s deep black eyes glead, "Besides, I’m the daughter of a martyr, I can’t bring sha to my father."
With those words, she turned and rushed into the fire.
Na Amo called out incredulously, "An’an..."
But all she touched was the corner of the girl’s clothing brushing past her fingertips, as the slender figure, draped in soaked sheets, charged headlong into the flas without looking back.
The girl’s confident deanor when she spoke, and her fearless silhouette rushing into the fire, left Na Amo deeply shocked, making that mont in her mory unforgettable.
It turns out that a martyr’s spirit can indeed be passed down through blood.
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